The streets gleamed in the heat of the day, the concrete boiled and warped underneath his melting shoes and his skin was beyond sticky. He wanted to find the museum, but there was no trace of it... he had already searched the whole block and all the blocks surrounding it, but there was no museum to be found. People he had asked on the street had never even heard of it. Again he looked at the map in his city-guide, compared street names and hoped to find a clue somewhere, which would help him to sight the museum.
Friends of the PSSG had told him its been said that the museum even had body parts of a sea-serpent in formaldehyde, proven by scientists of cryptozoological studies to be absolutely genuine. To study those sea-serpent parts would be enough to make this trip for him a success. The sea-serpent, which he was especially fascinated by, since he had read Olaus Magnus's book 'The history of the northern peoples', was described by Magnus as living in a cave outside of Bergen in Norway and being of 'fearsome size, 200 feet long and 20 feet wide'. How exciting!
He sat down in a nearby park, studied his guide again and tried to make sense of the map it provided, where the museum was marked with a little x. He felt already the sweat running down his back into his pants and probably leaving a moist spot on the park bench.
All the streets on the map were correct, the buildings it showed were at the right place, but the x was placed so vaguely that it was impossible to locate the exact spot of the museum.
He put the book aside and sighed, still his head full of mythical creatures and paranormal sightings, when he became aware of his surrounding. The park he was sitting in was filled with Magnolia trees in full bloom and huge and dark pine trees were throning above them. The magnolia blossoms were unusually big and beautiful and beams of sunlight fought their way through the foliage and painted little carpets underneath the trees. The air smelled heavily of pine, so sweet and strong that it made him dizzy. Everywhere in the park was life and nature seemed to have a heart-beat in this place. He thought by himself that this is a beautiful park to be in, quite unreal indeed.
After he had left the park he felt strangely uneasy and found himself pondering about the existence of this museum. Could his friends have been wrong? Could the guide also be wrong? There was the possibility for that... his lip started to bleed again, but he didn't notice it.